Page 22 of Good Girl

I flick my gaze between the blue electric car and the black sedan.

The sedan is that brand that has the rings like the Olympics, but I can never remember what it’s called. It’s almost boring, compared to the other two. It doesn’t fit either Xavier or Hudson.

However, I can totally see Hudson driving the electric car. That leaves Xavier with the sedan, even though I can’t see him in it.

We pause by the SUV, but before we get in, Darcy stops us. “Well?” he asks, and I look up at him, confused. “I saw you scoping out the cars. Who do you think owns what?”

I twist my lips and decide to let my brat out to play. “What happens if I get it right?”

A delighted look crosses Darcy’s face. “I’ll owe you a request.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Like a favor I can cash in at any time?”

He nods.

I grin and open my mouth to reply.

“But if you get it wrong, I get one hour of cock warming.”

This time, I furrow my eyebrows. “Cock warming?” That’s not something I researched.

“You’ll kneel between my legs for one hour with my cock in your mouth, without sucking. Well, minimal sucking. I can be generous.”

A vision of that exact scene appears in my mind’s eye, and heat floods my core. Darcy on the couch, watching TV, the others lounging near him, me between his legs, head resting on his thigh as his semi-hard cock rests in my mouth. The vision is so strong, I can almost feel the way his fingers would stroke through my hair.

It’s so good that I almost don’t give my real answers.

But I want my request more than I want to be used like that. But only just. Definitely something I want to try in the future though.

“The only one I wasn’t sure about was the sedan, but deductive reasoning says that it belongs to Xavier. Hudson drives that one.” I point at the blue car with the T badge. “Derek drives the SUV, and you drive the sports car.”

When no one responds, I look around at each of them and almost shrink in on myself. None of them are smiling. Oh shit, did I offend them?

“I’m sorry, I—”

My free hand is tugged until I am facing Darcy. I only get a quick glimpse of dark blue eyes before lips collide with mine in a kiss that only lasts seconds but attempts to steal my soul.

When he breaks the kiss, I gasp in a breath of air. “What was that for?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” he asks with a smirk but doesn’t give me a chance to respond. “You get your request.”

I grin back at him.

“Come on, we need to get going, or we won’t have enough time to get all of your rewards,” Derek states, dragging my attention back to everyone else.

The SUV lights up, and the thud of the locks disengaging echoes around the concrete space. As expected, Derek heads to the driver’s seat. Xavier takes the front passenger. Hudson holds the door to the back seat open, and by the time I climb in, Darcyhas gotten in from the other side, and I find myself sandwiched between the two of them.

Just like last night.

Chapter 12

Emery

The drive to the mall is quiet. Like, really fucking quiet. I find it incredibly hard not to fidget, hyperaware that every time I move, I end up touching one or both of the men on either side of me. Not that I can’t touch them . . . I don’t think. Actually, we didn’t talk about that.

What if I want to reach out for them, am I allowed to?

All the nervous energy results in me gripping my hands together in my lap as I fight the urge to pick at the skin on my fingers.

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